Testo Standing On Ferraris - The Game feat. Diddy

Testo della canzone Standing On Ferraris (The Game feat. Diddy), tratta dall'album The Documentary 2

Yeah
I put that on Piru (I put that on piru)
Yo Game, let's go
I've been shot stabbed, left for dead
Walked through every hood in LA, bandana on my head
Guarantee that – was red (you still here?)
Machetes and them choppers out
–es with their knockers out
I done – 'em all, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, – (let's go)
From the corner playing lookout to kitchen cookouts
Yeah, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, –
In a 64, six' five, too big for a Bugatti
That's why I'm standing on Ferraris, –
Ran the west for a decade –, check the bio
Gave you Cincinnati fitteds like I get it in Ohio
Autographs on the vinyl made the Lamb albino
Straight away in the Wraith, that's a Peyton Manning spiral
You lookin' at your idol, Jesus wrote the Bible
Yeezus, that's my Nike town rival
Dare a – try me now, like why me now
Lookin' for Red Octobers, I will tie him down
Stay laced, spit nothin' but based, yeah
All my – bump like Craig Mack face (ah)
Ask your favorite – how my – taste
Ask your neighbor's – how my – taste
Don't take orders, I dictate
Get your – straight, –face
Perpetual Rollies with the big face (come on, come on, come on)
I got 'em lovin' the movement
Beard so long, I'm feelin' like Rick Rubin'
I've been shot stabbed, left for dead
Walked through every hood in LA, bandana on my head
Guarantee that – was red
Machetes and them choppers out
–es with their knockers out
I done – 'em all, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, –
From the corner playing lookout to kitchen cookouts
Yeah, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, –
In a 64, six' five, too big for a Bugatti
That's why I'm standing on Ferraris, –
Top floor at the Biltmore
Say they want a war, –, that's what I'm built for
Loungin', Miami with the eye candy
–es names Sandy and Bambi, my exes can't stand me
God blessed the – with more swag than Jigga
More –s than Trigga, Trigga no, that's my – though
Figure four down, Figueroa
Rick Flair Phantom
All red flannel, –s don't hit me though
Spit on models, R.Kelly, – on the center fold
Ever since Doc showed me a billion in a envelope
Love Jimmy, – Interscope
I'm a don, walk outside, naked, Cuban cigar and Louboutins, huh
– on my lawn, snakes in the grass
I hear 'em slitherin' and hissin' whenever I pass
Ridin' 'round in somethin' French; Khloe Kardash'
Two-hundred on the dash, that's your –
I've been shot stabbed, left for dead
Walked through every hood in LA, bandana on my head
Guarantee that – was red
Machetes and them choppers out
–es with their knockers out
I done – 'em all, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, –
From the corner playing lookout to kitchen cookouts
Yeah, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, –
In a 64, six'five, too big for a Bugatti
That's why I'm standing on Ferraris, –
Yo, this –, Game bought me a mother–in' red Ferrari for my birthday, –
(I put that on Piru)
Told me I was honorary
(Put that on Piru)
I said, –, I'm with whatever with this mother–in' red Ferrari, –
Yeah, I'll take it
–, Game givin' out red Ferraris for no reason, it was just a Tuesday
A mother–in' Tuesday, yeah
–s said happy Tuesday, puff
Now that – wanna stand on my Ferrari every day
Now that – wanna stand on my mother–in' Ferrari all the time
Drivin' down the street with Hype Williams shootin' a video
We ain't even shootin' a video, we just mother–in' ridin' down the street
This – got Hype Williams shootin' and –, yeah
Yeah, see this what happens when that east meets west
We get together, know what I'm sayin'?
Say – the rest, we start partyin' and –tin'
Havin' a good time, throwin' pool parties and –
–s start buyin' –s from the east coast Ferraris and –
– all good, red Ferraris at that, –
–, ain't got no time for no other –
I just got time to get this mother–in' money man
Get this money with me man
So that's what we decided to do
So now we gettin' more money than anybody and everybody
And the only color that we really mother–in' at the end of the day
Gonna beef over is that mother–in' green mother–



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Wallace, Sean Puffy Combs, Orlando Jahlil Tucker, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Stanley Bernard Benton
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